Galiya

What’s wrong with this Galiya?
He collects dung of
Two cows, four buffaloes
And six bullocks
from dawn to dusk
and fills the baskets
and empties
The life in dung heap.

Look, what’s wrong with Galiya?

One day he went for daily wage labor
touched the buttermilk pot,
The sin of touch!
He was fined rupees twenty
wages were not given
and got beatings free of cost.
The abuses
you cannot count,
Thereafter
twenty a year, twenty every year
as a fine.
Busy with
fodder from farm
and dung of the cattle
whole day.
The life is a bonded labor, o brother!

Nothing,
Dharma, karam, karuna,
Oh not even revolution
No law, no administration
could save him from
Manu,
O brother!

Let me ask:
Galiya
We are paying for
whose sins, whose debt,
of which life,
till this day?

Speak, speak brother Galiya,

Look, what is wrong with Galiya?



Religion, deeds, compassion